Yesterday was a crystalline example of a minor upside of the glaciers melting–60 degrees in NYC on February 1. So I went for a walk on the High Line, and posed for a picture in my personal Honey Cowl.
But foxy matrons were not the only ones rocking handknits on the High Line yesterday.
Isn’t this the nicest baby blanket? Moss stitch, great colors, in weathered semi-solid shades. Just lovely. Handmade, clearly–the border was picked up and knitted, not sewn on– but the mom did not know by whom. Definitely putting this one in the To Be Knocked Off pile.
Still knitting on Honey Cowl IV, still watching Downton Abbey Season 1, still happy. What about you?